Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.